19/09/2026
You can still love someone
and not want them back.
I hope you know that.
I think that’s what I had to learn about loving you.
I don’t hate you.
I don’t regret loving you.
And I don’t want to pretend
that everything between us was a mistake
just because it ended.
There were things about you
that I loved very much.
The way you made ordinary days feel different.
The things we laughed about
that probably wouldn’t make sense to anyone else.
The little parts of you
that I got used to knowing.
I still remember them.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t.
Sometimes I wish I could look back
and feel nothing at all.
It would probably be easier.
But I don’t.
I still care about what happens to you.
I still hope you’re okay.
I still hope life is kind to you.
And somehow that’s the part
I didn’t know how to explain.
Because none of that means
I want my old life back.
I don’t want to go back
to the person I was
when we were together.
I don’t want to pretend
the things that hurt me didn’t happen.
I don’t want to forget
why we ended.
I just don’t want to turn you
into someone I have to hate
in order to let you go.
You mattered to me.
You still do,
in some quiet little corner of my life
that doesn’t belong to you anymore.
I wish you knew
that I don’t think everything between us
was a mistake.
I don’t think you were a mistake.
I think we loved each other
with whatever we knew how to give
at the time.
And maybe that wasn’t enough.
Maybe we weren’t enough
for the life we were trying to build.
But that doesn’t make the love
any less real.
I can love you
and still know I can’t go back.
I can remember you
without wanting to find you.
I can miss you
without wanting another chance.
I can wish things had been different
without wishing we were still together.
Maybe that’s all I wanted you to know.
That letting you go
never meant I stopped loving you.
It just meant I finally understood
that loving you
and being with you
were two different things.
